Tag Archives: Bunny

Purple-Eyed, Whiskered Beast

The bonding continues.. improving slowly. Here are some funny pics I took of Gus in the process.

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Bonding Bliss

At the bonding again.. this time with Gussers and Radar. Its going slow (as always) but at least this time I think it might actually happen. It’s a typical boy meets girl story – boy tries to mount girl’s face, girl runs away. Human love ain’t noth’n compared to the complexities of rabbit dating. It’s a tricky business. Today is day 6. My goal is to have a love connection by day 12.So hopefully by mid-August I’ll have a salt and pepper couple.

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Gus Gus Grunterson

A few days ago my friend Mel called and said that a friend of his had been contacted concerning 5 bunnies who were going to be euthanized at a local shelter. I put my feelers out to find some adoptive or foster homes and found a fair amount of interest, but no real commitments. So then of course, I snapped into action (which means I begged a reluctant Kel to let me foster one and promised to not get attached)!

Once I got to the shelter I told the girl that I wanted the biggest fatty they had. And there lounging on his side like Jabba the Hut was a huge bunny with stark white fur and helicopter ears (one up, one down). He was perfect and is proving to be more amazing everyday. He’s energetic, clumsy, social, playful and fearless. He makes little grunts when he walks, follows us around like a puppy and will plop his big noggin in your lap to be petted. We decided to give him a temporary name and settled on Gus Gus Grunterson. I’ve never met a bunny like him before and I fear I’ve made a promise that I can’t keep. I’m completely head over heals in love.

Here are some pics and videos. There’s not really a good shot in the bunch, but I still wanted to share.

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He woke up first

We were crashed out together for a bit

Adventures in Rabbit Dating

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Squirrel on her back, kissing Huntington's face off

For the past few years I’ve had 3 rabbits: Radar, Huntington and Squirrel. I tried for months to bond Radar with the already bonded Huntington & Squirrel, but to no avail. You see, rabbits are incredibly territorial and bonding them takes a certain degree of  skill, patience and persistence. And even armed with these three weapons, sometimes it still proves impossible. So, the solution was to keep them apart. This solution worked well enough since Radar is incredibly human-social and the bonded pair had one another.

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However, a few months ago Huntington fell ill and died. Rabbits bond for life, so a death can be fairly devastating to the partner. I’ve read on rabbit sites that it is best to take the remaining rabbit to say goodbye to the deceased. So I packed little Squirrel up and took her to the vet. When we got there, the vet tech brought out a tiny little box and removed the lid. Inside was Huntington, lying on his side, motionless. Little Squirrely sniffed around a bit and then pawed at him. When he didn’t move, she jumped into the already cramped box and squeezed in by his side. I pretty much just crumbled.

Squirrel seemed to adjust rather quickly. During Huntington’s hospital stay, she had run around sniffing and looking for him. After the goodbye, the searching was over. Feeling overwhelmed by the second $600 vet bill in only a few months trying to save little Huntington, I decided to not replace him, reasoning that owning one less bunny would give me a better chance of staying out of the vets office again. But over the past few weeks, Squirrel has begun to show signs of loneliness such as destroying a chair, begging for attention (when she used to run from it) and even attempting to clean the eyes of a stuffed toy bunny. So, I’ve decided it might be time to find her a new partner.

I have worked with Wendy from the Utah Rabbit Rescue a number of times. She’s fantastic and will bring a pile of bunnies to your home for short “bunny dates” to determine if she has one that might be a good match.  We’ve been chatting over email the past few days. Right now she has 4 babies and 1 Lionhead. The babies were on display at a PetSmart so I broke from work for a minute to take a peak. Two were black and white and the other two were red. They were all ridiculously cute.

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Baby buns from the rescue

Lionheads are funny little creatures. They look a little more like a shaggy guinea pig, than a rabbit. Like Squirrel, Lionheads are a small breed and pretty high-strung and nervous. I have my doubts that they’ll be able to work through their bunny neurosis and fall in love, but wouldn’t mind at all if they did.

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Wendy will be calling me in the near future to set up a bunny date. I’m just hoping that the babies aren’t all adopted today as Easter presents. (Insert comment here about how people should NOT buy their children bunnies for Easter because they don’t generally like to be picked up and manhandled and are entirely too moody and fragile for children) Anyhow, since I’ve made the decision to adopt another, I’m ridiculously excited and can barely stand the wait!

I will keep you posted on any love connection and hopefull I’ll have some bunny-shnugglin pictures in the near future.

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Love me..

Bunny Support

True friends hate your bills as much as you do.

My little bunny, Squirrel, doing something that’s probably only funny to me.

Introductions

I guess to start I should introduce myself. My name is Carmen. I’m 32 and have a long list of hobbies that include: animal documentaries, finding new music, cuddling my pet bunnies (or attempting to), hiking, camping, biking, reading science magazines, rollerskating, watching roller derby, traveling and hanging with my wonderful friends. I also have CML (Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia).

I was diagnosed in early July, 2008. I ended up in the ER with a (still) mysterious and unrelated stomach ache and was told that my white blood cell count was at around 65K when normal is somewhere in the neighborhood of 5K-10K. From there I was admitted to the hospital and the rest is history. The stomach ache was a godsend, since CML has little to no symptoms in the chronic (first) stage. Many people are diagnosed when they have moved onto the accelerated or blast phases, which makes treatment much more difficult.

My chromosomes 9 and 22 got stuck to each other like a couple of prepubescent kids making-out while wearing braces

My chromosomes 9 and 22 got stuck to each other like a couple of prepubescent kids making-out while wearing braces

For the first 4-5 months after my diagnoses I was doing a real bang-up job of living in denial. I recently stumbled upon a blog belonging to a girl named Dawn. She was my age and diagnosed with CML just a few months before me. She died last month. Needless to say, it rocked me pretty hard and.. well.. normal will never be the same. So after weighing the different options I had for keeping my sanity (therapy, support groups, drinking myself delirious, jumping into an active volcano), I decided that writing a blog of my own would probably be the best way to organize my thoughts, document my journey and ooze my bad emotional mojo onto others instead of holding it inside. Lucky you.

I thought today would be the perfect day to start considering that I have something to celebrate! A few weeks ago I had my 6 month follow-up, which included a bone marrow biopsy (if you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend one.. haha!). My oncologist called me tonight and explained that my results after 6 months were where they hope to have them by 1 year. The PCR test (scroll about halfway down) checks to see how many cells contain the chromosomal abnormality called the Philadelphia chromosome, which is responsible for the excess number of white blood cells found in a person with CML (or at least that is how I understand it). My test showed zero. She explained that there is another test that is still being processed that will give a more exact result, since a CML patient will always have a few retarded cells bumping around. But the gist of the matter is that almost all of my white blood cells are healthy, active little dudes. I never knew I could love the absence of something so much!

So apparently those chemical nanobots that I swallow twice a day are doing their job. Good job, little cancer ninjas! I’m on a study drug called Tasigna (Nilotinib).  Tasigna is already approved as a second line of defense, to be used when a person becomes resistant to the usual first-defense drug (Gleevec). The study allows me to skip Gleevec. The hope is to find a drug that the body won’t become resistant to, resulting in remission as long as you take the pill. My side-effects thus far have been hair loss (which almost drove me mad, but has since subsided), a rash on my arms and legs and minor liver damage (sadly I’ve had to say “good day, sir” to alcohol). Still, I feel quite lucky when I read about some of the folks on Gleevec who have had pretty severe fatigue and bone/joint pain. Aside from timing pills and using a blog to relax instead of a glass of wine, I feel pretty normal.

I don’t plan on being this long-winded every time. And I certainly do not plan on talking CML every post. I’m hoping that this blog will grant me fun and expression as much as it documents my battle with leukemia. With that said, I would like you to meet my favorite internet phenomenon, Oolong. Oolong is no longer with us. I doubt he died from something as boring as cancer. He probably died of cuteness. Which is really the way we all want to go. I’m sure he’s guarding the pearly gates with a cloudcake balanced upon his head.